[It takes a moment. A few seconds of his brilliant green eyes flickering back and forth across her face to make sure she's being honest, not just with him, but with herself.
And then he cracks very faintly; the corners of his lips rise enough for it to be visible though not obnoxious.
That's enough, he thinks, more than anything else she could have offered about contributing. To make someone happy, someone who maybe still would've been happy, but not know that particular kind of happiness.] Me too. [And it's as much as he could ask for, being who he is, coming from where he had been.]
Show me your stupid radio and your horrendous taste in music.
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And then he cracks very faintly; the corners of his lips rise enough for it to be visible though not obnoxious.
That's enough, he thinks, more than anything else she could have offered about contributing. To make someone happy, someone who maybe still would've been happy, but not know that particular kind of happiness.] Me too. [And it's as much as he could ask for, being who he is, coming from where he had been.]
Show me your stupid radio and your horrendous taste in music.